The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
Well, my old friend, here we are...
Drunk again?
Hah! You said it. Well, in your case, anyway.
Not much else t'do around here...but stare at the shadows...and that gets creepy...
Guess so. Oh, I saw our wayward friend earlier...
Yeah? What's he doing?
Drinking. Surprised?
Not very, I guess.
Every time he runs out of money, he'll arm-wrestle someone for a bet. He looks skinny but I swear his bones must be made of iron.
Well, if it works...
I'm waiting to see if he'll die of alcohol poisoning or choke on his own vomit first.
Ah...great...great.
Oh, look who's here. Come to mingle with the common folk?
I have failed...
We're not that bad.
I have failed that which I...love. I exist without purpose.
You really shouldn't pin that much of your self-worth on other people, you know.
...since when did you turn psychologist...
...
...well, bye, apparently...gods, that guy...gal...that person is weird.
Not like that stands out in here...
Granted. Oh, look what the cat dragged in.
Funny. Fun-ny. I see the party is just rocking over here.
Yeah, well. I don't exactly see you dancing, either.
For what should I dance? I doubt I am even missed.
Iiii'd have to doubt that, myself.
If I were him, I would be glad that I had gone.
Yeah, but you've always been a bit of a biiitch...
...my point precisely.
...huh. Now there's a thing.
What?
You let him live.
Oh, what's the point...